Unlike Penny Jordan, Susan Napier doesn't hate her heroines, but she sure puts them through the ringer. I've been and am currently on a Susan Napier binge as her characters are almost normal. Normal but still fun to read. However, in the last few books, there has been one widow and two or three characters that have lost more than one close family member in tragic fashion and at an early age. Her h's still maintain a sense of character and purpose and so far none have been reduced to office cleaners. Yes, Harley-land authors, that's me calling you out for too many downtrodden domestic servants.
Nina is living on a small island off New Zealand when she rescues the amnesiac Ryan in the midst of a terrible storm. She's drawn to him as am I because he is hunka, hunka burning love that can kiss like no tomorrow. Tall, dark and handsome he wins over one of the best characters in Harley-land history, a Jack Russell terrier named Zorro. Hysterical action from Zorro, and I guarantee Ms. Napier has been owned and used by at least one JRT in her time. Our family has only been brave to own a mixed terror, but they are little charmers. Anyhow, while Zorro is won over, Nina has reservations about Ryan and his presence in her house and the island. There is a hint of foreshadowing, but nothing obvious.
Nina slowly realizes that they were involved, and the rest of the story is one reveal after another. I'm going to stop right there as it heads into spoiler country, but I will add that Nina suffers from amnesia as well as Ryan. Her backstory and their love affair are linked to her inability to remember and process. Poignant. There is a HEA, but they have to work for it.
This is not quite as light-hearted as some of SN's other books, but as always well done. I'm holding off on a 4 star again with the caveat that I heartily approve of all Napier's characters and her books so far.
In this case, besides the afore-mentioned Zorro, Ryan is a solid alpha male without resorting to cruel an inhumane measures. He does, unfortunately, fall under the silk shirt trope. In his case, he doesn't have a silk shirt, he has a WHOLE SILK SUIT. I mean, come on! Is this a Harley thing, a Down Under thing, a British empire thing? What? I. Do. Not. Know. One. Man. With. A. Silk. Shirt. Cotton, 100% cotton, broadcloth, Oxford, pinpoint Oxford, Egyptian etc. Okay, I might know one guy but he's gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. hehe
Back to my boy Zorro. Here are two quotes that sum him up and made me laugh...
"As his claws clicked across the kitchen floor, Nina remembered to call out, 'Uh, Zorro, just don't forget that the rod may not—' There came a sharp rap and a pained whine, followed by a furious rattling and growling. '—fit crossways through the cat door.' The fight sounds rose to a crescendo of frustrated snarls and Nina was about to dive to the rescue when there was a scraping pop and a series of muffled, triumphant yips diminishing into the distance."
"You can't give him all that,' she protested as he set it down on the floor. 'It's got wine and cheese in it. It'll be far too rich for his stomach!'
They both watched as the scallops disappeared in a twinkling of an eye, following by a noisy sucking of sauce and a credible attempt to eat the plate."